Oh i can’t wipe
my tears
in the falling rain,as
downward i see
the man falls,
and slowly the time poisons
my soul that counts on
the lifeless abstractions.
Can you hear the mourning
of Muses?
…lamenting the death
of art and poetry.

Your breaths, I hear
are out of tune, and your eyes
reflect a cat like regret.
Oh seek comfort my child,
in sorrows, in pains, as
love may not bless you again,
and the mutiny of heart(you don’t know)
shadows death.
You can’t cerebrate the insanity
of dull minds, nor the purpose
of life you’ve designed.
Life will not allure you
in your sleepless nights.
Oh who grabs your skies
and pulled the earth from you?
Rise, and be the lord of your fate,
under your wings, lie
the world beyond your fancies,
but the fears that dwell inside you,
gonna make you cry.
So, dance with death, my son,
and live as if you have nothing
to lose.

It’s really a funny world
where we live in…
Here we cage butterflies
and set the scorpions free
to bite.
And here the nights fall
when the day gone wild, and
the noiseles wind
silently sings
hymn of the baffled minds.
O my wandering eyes! ride
the unseen hue
in the falling rain
to paint
the gloomy sky
with my sleepless dreams.

Like a phantom
in the sinking sun
I am walking
ahead of a ‘marching funeral’
where i m coffined
in the whites and
being taken
away from the ‘lights’.
Oh I am followed by
bands of maroon, dressed in
gloomy dark and look
bright and gay, but
appear to be ‘blue and down’
with pseudo tears.